Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

A thick, dark shadow spread out from beneath his feet like a living thing, quickly enveloping Dean, Sam, and himself. The next moment, the shadow suddenly contracted, and the three of them vanished from the room in an instant.

5 minute later.

In a desolate open space on the outskirts of the city, the shadows reappeared and spread. Dean and Sam appeared, along with seven corpses roughly wrapped in body bags, emanating a faint chill.

These are bodies from the morgue at St. Petersburg Hospital. Some died from illness, others from accidents, and all had recently passed away.

During their recent movement through the shadows, they made a brief 'transfer'.

Both of them knew what this behavior meant: stealing corpses and desecrating the dead, which seriously violated the bottom line that witchers usually adhered to.

But at this moment, in order to save Wu Heng, they did not hesitate at all.

"quick!"

Dean gave a low shout, and the two of them quickly sprang into action.

They tore open the body bags, took out the demon daggers they carried, and, suppressing their discomfort, began to cut and arrange the corpses according to the specific method guided by the information in their minds. They then used demon blood to inscribe complex incantations on the ground.

Within just five minutes, a dark summoning circle, composed of corpses, blood, and dark incantations, exuding an ominous aura, was rapidly erected in this desolate wilderness.

They intend to locate Wu Heng's position in hell by summoning demons, and use this summoning circle as an 'anchor' and 'channel' to forcibly pull him back from hell to reality!
The summoned demons usually only exist briefly in reality, but Wu Heng is not a creature of hell. As long as the summoning is successful, he can take this opportunity to escape hell.

Of course, this approach also carries risks, leaving an indelible mark on Wu Heng between reality and hell.

But at this moment, Dean and Sam couldn't care less about anything else.

For the two of them, using human affairs to do this kind of thing was already forcing them to break through their psychological defenses.

Fortunately, they used dead people. If they had used living people, they probably wouldn't have been willing to sacrifice themselves, even if it meant sacrificing their father John.

This is their bottom line, the bottom line of human morality.

However, Wu Heng has helped them so much, and now that they are only using the corpse, they cannot just sit idly by.

The two stood at the edge of the summoning circle, took a deep breath, and prepared to begin chanting the difficult and dangerous summoning incantation. Success or failure hinged on this moment.

This is the shallow layer of hell at this time.

The gloomy atmosphere continued to permeate Wu Heng's surroundings.

The stench of sulfur and the hissing of lava intertwine to create an eerie background melody, with a mournful wail always faintly audible in the wind.

The cracked earth, like dried-up blood vessels, stretched to the horizon under the dark red sky.

The air was thick with the remnants of souls and malice, and it was somewhat pungent.

If an ordinary person takes even one puff, it could lead to evil thoughts entering the body, the mind being ravaged by the remnants of the soul, and driving them insane.

In the very center of this region, the puppet evil spirit controlled by Wu Heng stood silently.

The seven-meter-tall dark metal shell was covered with traces of battle, and the twelve main tentacles swayed slowly in the air, their tips dripping with demon blood that had not yet congealed.

They have just finished a massacre and are now waiting for the next round.

Didn't have to wait too long.

First, black dots appeared on the horizon, then they surged in like a tide.

Tens of thousands of demons emerged again from the rifts in all directions, their claws digging through the scorched earth and their bony wings tearing through the air. Their roars merged into a tooth-grinding chorus, and their greedy eyes were all focused on the lone fallen man.

In the center of this chaos, an elegant yet dangerous figure slowly descended. Lilith, the Queen of Hell, maintained her graceful female form, each step causing the surrounding demons to retreat in awe.

When she looked at Wu Heng, her expression was very complicated. Three parts of her anger twisted the corners of her lips, but her eyes gleamed with the excitement of a hunter discovering his prey.

“We meet again.” Her voice was like shards of glass wrapped in honey.

Wu Heng stood on the shoulder armor of the puppet evil spirit, his black trench coat remaining motionless in the heat: "Yes, what a coincidence."

"Coincidence?" Lilith chuckled, her fingertips tracing her collarbone. "No, it's not a coincidence at all. I hope you'll still be this arrogant when I tear your limbs off."

She licked her lips, seemingly craving blood, then raised her hand and made a simple gesture.

The chaotic tide of demons suddenly parted and surged in all directions. She already knew of the vice commander's failure, but she was Lilith.

In front of Lilith, the most elite group of them appeared: a full thousand white-eyed demons.

Unlike the frenzied demons, they stood in silent ranks, their chests uniformly branded with shimmering, ghostly double-horned runes.

As they rushed forward towards Wu Heng and simultaneously unleashed their demonic energy, the incantations seemed to come alive, weaving a massive energy network in the air.

Wu Heng's eyebrows twitched almost imperceptibly.

"Huh, they actually managed to do that."

His gaze bypassed Lilith and landed directly on the incantations.

In his perception, these thousand demons were no longer independent individuals, but rather formed a complete energy circuit through those incantations.

Lilith stands at the center of this circuit, like the main chip on a circuit board, not only coordinating the energy flow of the entire legion, but also drawing astonishing power amplification from it.

At this moment, her aura had risen to the level of a high priest.

“It’s interesting to build an energy resonance network using incantations as nodes,” Wu Heng muttered to himself. “No wonder the White-Eyed Demon could become a member of the Royal Guard.”

But his observation did not last long.

Lilith couldn't wait any longer. She took a step forward, and the entire demon army followed suit.

A thousand white-eyed demons moved in perfect unison, their energy fields vibrating in sync, creating visible dark red ripples on the ground.

"In that case, let's fight."

Before Wu Heng could finish speaking, the puppet evil spirit had already sprung up.

The twelve main tentacles instantly split into hundreds of slender metal whip blades, like blooming flowers of death.

The first three white-eyed demons that rushed forward were precisely sliced ​​into uniform chunks of flesh before they even had a chance to raise their weapons. Their blood was absorbed by the micropores on the surface of their tentacles before it even hit the ground.

But the demon legion did not back down; under the pact, they could not back down either.

Connected by the incantation, these beings share vision and perception; any flaw discovered by one demon will immediately be known to the entire legion.

As the three tentacles attacked from the left, the demons there simultaneously raised their shields, and the same incantations appeared on the surface of the shields, which actually blocked the fierce blows of the tentacles.

Wu Heng's eyes narrowed slightly.

At the same time, he did something that made Lilith's pupils shrink: he took the black prism out of his pocket.

"What is this thing?" Lilith wondered inwardly. (End of Chapter)